Chapter 92 Market "Master, I had a dream yesterday. I dreamed...
The bony fingertips passed around the side of his body, as if he wanted to hold Xie Wuyang in his arms, with his back pressed against his chest, stirring up a surge of heat.
Yun Wanzhou was completely unaware. He pointed at the crack in Jiang Lin's soul and explained with lowered eyes, "The crack in the soul is different. There is other spiritual power that repels the soul cleansing technique."
"Your Excellency Immortal, what you mean is that someone has set up another formation on Master... Jiang Lin?" Jiang Shutong widened his eyes.
"Um."
Yun Wanzhou lowered his head, his chin almost resting on Xie Wuyang's shoulder.
The loose hair brushed past his ears, accompanied by the sound of light and shallow breathing. Xie Wuyang's blood rushed up and his cheeks became hot.
Just when he was almost unable to bear it anymore and was trying to figure out how to change his posture without making any noise, the person behind him suddenly moved and abruptly withdrew.
"There have been dozens of memory-sealing formations throughout history, and some cultivators have even created their own. It's extremely difficult to determine their form in a short period of time. If we want to break them, I'm afraid we'll need to conduct detailed research."
"But his soul can't last more than three days." Jiang Shutong almost murmured.
I don’t know if it was Xie Wuyang’s illusion, but the moment the words fell, an emotion similar to sadness and grief flashed across Yun Wanzhou’s eyes, and even the aura around him became a little more dull.
"Three days..." Yun Wanzhou hesitated, then nodded. "Three days then."
There are hundreds of formations. Not only will it take more than three days to collect and organize them, but it will also take more than three days to try and eliminate them one by one.
I don’t know if Yun Wanzhou was too confident or just wanted to give it a try, but his face looked almost dull despite making such a difficult promise.
Except for the light red on the lips, there is no life.
Sometimes Xie Wuyang even felt that Yun Wanzhou was not an ordinary person, but an immortal in the Ninth Heaven who had escaped from the mundane world and was not affected by worldly desires.
But it also seemed a little different. There was a different smell on Yun Wanzhou today, like grass leaves after wind and rain, which made people feel a little pity for no reason.
"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Immortal Venerable." Jiang Shutong was not surprised at all, as if what Yun Wanzhou said was just a trivial matter.
But Xie Wuyang didn't think so.
If a person's strength is too far apart from yours or other people in the world, this person will be continuously deified and will be at the highest point in people's hearts.
Xie Wuyang had such an experience before. When he was a demon, people described him as a monster that ate human flesh and drank human blood, and could subvert the world of cultivation with just a flick of his finger.
Such incredible rumors, even Xie Wuyang himself would raise an eyebrow and ask with interest - "Oh?"
Afterwards, he would capture the person who spread the rumor and bring him to the palace, pretend to be ferocious and scare him, thus confirming the matter and making his reputation as a demon even worse.
Whenever there is a rumor about the Lord of the Demon Realm, it must be accompanied by the name of the Immortal Lord of the Sky.
As vicious as Xie Wuyang is, Yun Wanzhou is as noble and upright as he is.
No one has ever thought that these two people are somewhat similar in some ways.
Xie Wuyang was arrogant and conceited. He always felt that he could protect everyone and did not care about the so-called stigma. In the end, he got what he deserved and had no way to defend himself.
Yun Wanzhou is not good at speaking. No matter how highly others praise him, he will silently take on as much responsibility. He will do his best in what he can do, and force himself to do what he cannot do, and finally feel bound by constraints.
Xie Wuyang suddenly remembered the last few rumors he heard in his previous life, of unknown origin.
"Everyone knows what Xie Wuyang did, but Yun Wanzhou is defending that devil. Could it be that he is secretly colluding with that devil?"
"With the battle imminent, Immortal Yun suddenly abandoned the fight and refused to continue. This is truly suspicious."
At that time, Xie Wuyang had a deep prejudice against Yun Wanzhou. He thought that this man was trying to be a good person for the sake of reputation but ended up hurting himself. Now, thinking about it, maybe the Immortal Venerable at that time was really speaking for him.
I don't know why he changed his mind later and led the people from the immortal sect into the demon world, which eventually led to a river of blood.
The sword wound on his chest seemed to ache again, and those unspeakable fantasies began to stir.
Perhaps he was overwhelmed by those thoughts, but when Yun Wanzhou passed by him, Xie Wuyang suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the other's sleeve, "Master, I have something to ask you."
After coming back to his senses belatedly, Xie Wuyang felt nervous. His fingertips groped nervously for a few times, and he clenched his sleeves even tighter. "I wonder if Master is free?"
Yun Wanzhou stared at Xie Wuyang's face for a moment. He should have been racing against time to study the magic circle that sealed his memory, but when he saw Xie Wuyang's pale fingertips, he nodded involuntarily, "Okay."
The wind outside was so cold that it hurt my face.
The two people seemed unaware and walked one after the other along the path outside the dungeon.
Xie Wuyang lowered his eyes and stared at the ground below. In the shadow cast by the sun, he saw Yun Wanzhou's figure with his sleeves swaying.
Xie Wuyang walked faster, and the shadow also quickened. When Xie Wuyang stopped, the shadow seemed to be fixed in place, standing there, neither more nor less, always two or three steps away.
After trying back and forth several times, Xie Wuyang realized Yun Wanzhou's deliberate indulgence, but he didn't feel happy at all. He just felt depressed, irritable and angry.
As he happened to pass by Fanting Garden, his eyes were attracted by the green bamboo forest that looked out of place in the courtyard. Xie Wuyang scratched his hair and stepped in with a sense of despair.
As the residence of the successive leaders of the Lianwu Sect, Fantingyuan is always surrounded by a barrier. In addition to preventing outsiders from entering, it also keeps the house warm in winter and cool in summer, making it the same all year round.
The warm breath dispelled the coldness on his body. Xie Wuyang shook his sleeves and took the opportunity to glance at Yun Wanzhou.
He looked neither anxious nor slow, and it was unclear whether he was too open-minded or didn't care about the question he was about to ask.
Xie Wuyang cleared his throat, glanced around, and suddenly pointed at the teacup on the table and asked, "Master, would you like some tea?"
"It's all right."
"Disciple will go make tea for Master!" As if afraid that Yun Wanzhou would go back on his word, Xie Wuyang hurriedly flew over to the teacup, touched the pot and poured it twice, only then he realized that there was no tea in the pot.
I guess Jiang Shutong has been staying in the dungeon recently and hasn't come back for a long time, so he is not in the mood to drink tea.
Xie Wuyang froze and turned around reluctantly, "Master, there's no tea."
The light seeped into the room, making Yun Wanzhou's eyes look extremely deep and dark.
As Xie Wuyang finished speaking, the dark color in his eyes moved slightly and fell lightly on him.
"Yeah." Yun Wanzhou nodded, and after a long silence, he said, "What's confusing you?"
Xie Wuyang clenched the pot in his hand.
The moment he grabbed Yun Wanzhou's sleeve, many questions came to his mind.
When did Yun Wanzhou come to the dungeon? How much did he hear?
It's obviously extremely difficult, why do you have to pretend to be calm and respond to Jiang Shutong's words?
But when the words came to my lips, all that was left before my eyes was a pair of eyes filled with sorrow and pain for a moment.
The words on his lips changed to something else, "Master, do you miss the Immortal Venerable Qiongrao?"
No probing, no aggressive questioning.
Those upturned, narrow eyes seemed to be soaked in wine, even more intense than the drunken eyes of the finest beauties.
Yun Wanzhou suddenly felt a little awkward, his hands tangled under his sleeves, and he pretended to look away calmly, "Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"
He frantically recalled all his performances today, fearing that he had missed something and lost his manners, which would be seen by his disciples.
Xie Wuyang pursed his lips, then realized how offensive his question was.
Yun Wanzhou happened to be the type of person who would swallow his anger, so in this case, he would probably not speak easily.
Xie Wuyang was annoyed and pondered for a moment before speaking, "I noticed something was wrong with Master today. I remembered what Master had said about the Immortal Venerable Qiongrao before, so I made this rash guess. Please don't blame me, Master."
"No blame." Yun Wanzhou shook his head, his voice as soft as a feather, tickling Xie Wuyang's ears and heart. He looked up at the out-of-place face as if he had lost his soul.
The slightly drooping eyelids covered half of the eyes, and under the high nose bridge were lips of very light color.
It was clearly an extremely indifferent look, but for some reason, Xie Wuyang seemed to see some softness and gentleness in it.
Like an ice river, it melts to reveal soft and lingering water.
The pursed lips moved, and Xie Wuyang's eyes trembled.
"Life and death are determined by fate. I'm not sad." Yun Wanzhou said.
He spent the darkest and most helpless time. He didn't know whether he was numb from the pain or he was really heartless, but when he saw Qiong Rao again, the first thing he thought of was the two pieces of plum cakes he had stolen.
Yun Wanzhou paused for a moment, then suddenly called out, "I'm fine."
"Um?"
"Have you ever been to the market down the mountain?"
Xie Wuyang was stunned.
…
The mountain under the Lianwu Sect is called Qinglin Peak. The mountain is full of spiritual energy, there are many herbs, and you can even occasionally see traces of spiritual beasts. It is a rare and good place.
In addition to the disciples in the mountains, the people living at the foot of the mountain often collect some spiritual nourishing medicines outside the mountain, transport them to the market, and resell them to passing monks.
Over time, the market at the foot of the mountain became much richer and more prosperous than other places.
Xie Wuyang came to Lianwu twice, both times in a hurry. Although he had heard about the hustle and bustle, he had never seen it with his own eyes.
The streets were bustling with people, and the hawkers' shouts were getting louder and louder, as if they wanted to tear people's ears off.
Xie Wuyang followed behind Yun Wanzhou, watching him walk and stop, and finally stop in front of a pastry shop.
A piece of rag was torn in the air, with a few large crooked words written on it - "Yao's Shop".
The shop was deserted outside, but through the open door, one could see densely packed rows of pastries.
The shopkeeper sat inside, his hand supporting his forehead, dozing off and on.
Business isn't very good. Xie Wuyang had an idea in mind, and when his eyes fell on the hesitation on Yun Wanzhou's cold face, he still took a few steps to his side.
Arms touching, the warmth of skin coming through the clothes.
Xie Wuyang tilted his head slightly and curved his eyes, "Master, I had a dream yesterday. I dreamed of my mother."
"Your mother?" Yun Wanzhou's eyebrows twitched.
When Xie Wuyang was picked up, he was just a skinny guy. He grinned at everyone he saw, fearing that he would be driven down the mountain.
It was not until later, when Yun Wanzhou accidentally talked about his life experience, that he realized that the child didn't even know that he was a demon.
Maybe it's because I've been away for too long and my memory has been damaged, so I can't remember the past clearly.
This was the first time he heard Xie Wuyang talk about his mother.
Xie Wuyang nodded and said with a smile, "In my dream, my mother made me a lot of delicious cakes, sweet ones, such as mung bean cakes, pea yellow cakes, plum almond cakes... and many more."
Listening to the young man's description, Yun Wanzhou's brows softened.
Xie Wuyang tilted his head and pointed at the Yao family shop, which was doing very little business. He tugged at Yun Wanzhou's sleeve with his other hand and curled his lips in grievance. "It's a pity that it was just a dream. If I could taste it when I wake up, I would die without regrets."
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